Dear Someone

Dear Someone,

I don't know who is reading this on the other side. I had no one in mind when I wrote this. I hope you are fine. It's getting cold here. January has come with a drizzle of vague memories.

Memories I can't find meanings of, like a toddler who sees an elephant for the first time and tries to describe it in his language without words. I hope you can see him; it's hard to understand what he's saying. I really don't know what's wrong with me. Everyone seems so far away.

The silence in my room, it shouts loud. Walls stare at me. It's like someone wakes me out of a sweet dream only to make reality a nightmare. I have photos of someone in my gallery who once smiled at me.

Someone who made me want to write songs about snow-capped mountains and rainbows coming out of lost lands. Sometimes I stare at my reflection and try hard to smile. But it hurts the most when I feel nothing at all.

I don't know if any of this makes sense. I don't know if you can understand this or not, but truth to be told, I'm falling apart. I miss a lot of people. I want to tell them how much they mean to me. I want to talk to them for hours about everything that makes sense.

I want to hug them and tell them I miss them. I want them. It's hard. People change, forget, and move on.

That's how it works. But I hate it.

I always will.

Love, A